Born Adventurers

I've heard that we are born scientists.

With an innate and discerning curiosity for the world.

I've heard we are born artists,

whose dreams reach far into the unknown.

What about the born adventurers?

Those whose sense of curiosity and dreaming

launch them so far,

that the body has no choice but to follow.

We cannot be one with anything

but the slow progression of our travel. 

We see the world as a sphere of possibilities,

incorruptible, yet so very fragile.

Fear is merely a door into which we must pass 

to understand the real beauty of a moment.

Fear reinforces our courage, makes us stronger.

It possesses the moment with such severity,

that in it, our minds are brought to a new level of awakening.

To see life in this way,

with such a sense of oneness and clarity,

is what adventurers crave. 

We are molded into the feeling of wanderlust,

with the smell of thunderstorms,

the rumble of earthquakes,

the touch of early morning sun. 

It's more than the meaning of life style.

It's identity,

a craving,

undying,

and up lifting.

The fulfillment which culminates 

into a new sense of wonderment.

Veni, Vidi, Vici.